The poem, printed on a poster, one can see in the intro is from Chinese poet Li Po (Li Bai): Facing Wine Never refuse wine. I'm telling you, people come smiling in spring winds: peach and…[show all]The poem, printed on a poster, one can see in the intro is from Chinese poet Li Po (Li Bai): Facing Wine Never refuse wine. I'm telling you, people come smiling in spring winds: peach and plum like old friends, their open blossoms scattering toward me, singing orioles in jade-green trees, and moonlight probing gold winejars. Yesterday we were flush with youth, and today, white hair's an onslaught. Bramble's overgrown Shih-hu Temple, and deer roam Ku-su Terrace ruins: it's always been like this, yellow dust choking even imperial gates closed in the end. If you don't drink wine, where are those ancient people now?[hide]